On a bright October day

Upon a park’s green grass I lay

Gazing up at the sky, so blue!

My sight reached far and true

Lo, against the azure glaze

Came seagulls drifting, white wings ablaze

And several began to circle and dip

Close at first, then away they would trip

Joined by one, then by ten, then a hundred they flew

Strange patterns to a rhythm only they knew

A dozen made circles a hundred would fly through

Figure-eight’s and spirals of white, cutting through the blue

A thousand gulls, dancing high!

A hundred different dances in the sky

One through another, flying around

Merging and cascading high above the ground

Pouring white diamonds, swirling through space

First slow, then fast, changing their pace

They shone like stars that came down to play

Running far from the night to dance in the day

Spinning so crazily on that golden day

They lifted up so slowly, up and away

Till at last they merged with the light of the sky

I watched with wondrous joy

As the seagulls danced the summer goodbye